𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐘 ʰᵉᵐᵐⁱⁿᵍˢ ✓

YOUR RIBBON SECRETS

you were never a good liar,
my dear long-haired boy of dreams;
always got too quick and tired
of calculated, petty schemes,

you were never a smooth talker,
i found this out when at sixteen;
you were as graceful as rushing water
when you talked to fallon greene.

fallon greene of glossy lips
and winner of high school dances,
fallon greene whose tricks you played
as if you, with her, had any chances.

you had a taste for her false smile,
and her ever present troubles,
drunk with her scent for a while,
and for her, you bled your knuckles.

you were never a good liar,
knew when you said "i'm alright",
that through your mind of barbed wires,
you haven't seen the light.

i knew you had your secrets
made with ribbons in the dark,
kept inside in such deepness
of your platinum-guarded heart.

because, darling, i know you're made
of silk and feathers of doves,
and, darling, you're the perfect shade
for sunkissed summer love.

by god, your kiss had sweetness
no fruit could ever war with,
an angel or adonis
in which my heart did love to orbit.

but i felt no deeper sorrow
than when i saw your ocean spill,
wept as though you lost tomorrow
but had your next ten lives to kill.

my heart has had no better triumph
than when i had made you laugh,
because i made your oceans dry up
but it took my soul and a half.

it never really mattered
whether i lost myself to you,
the most important pattern
was that i stopped your blues.

i can't blame myself for seeing
every part of you that was good,
for not thinking of fleeing,
because who ever could?

you had too many wonders
and the world couldn't keep up,
you're the peace after thunders
before the lightning blows up.

but with your quivering shadows
under dim shades of white,
you're always the hero
no matter the light.

junie